“From ghosties and ghoulies and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, preserve us.” There’s a newcomer at the Grasshopper Lawns retirement village, and she’s an absolute battle-axe. One requirement of residency is to have an interesting past and Beulah Quinn’s past has been interesting to the point of scandalous. Now nearly eighty, she was notorious for her affairs and her political machinations and has been described variously as the most beautiful woman of her day, a widow-maker, and a full-blown witch. Now, though someone is trying to kill and family is family. To Edge’s horror, her aunt is moving in.There are no broomstick sorties, no star-scattering sparkling wands, but there are ancient skills in us all which come across as uncanny abilities, diluted almost to imperceptible. For most of us, it is intermittent, unreliable. For Beulah Quinn, it is a way of life. The unsuspecting Edge and her friends are suddenly in the middle of something that strains their credulity, but when it comes to finding answers in a race against time, with Beulah Quinn’s life at stake, their experience is what counts. (The actual rescue, well, there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy. And yes, quoting the Scottish play would have been more appropriate.)There is, of course, murder to be solved, and the alert reader has all the clues (and red herrings) that every Grasshopper Lawns story provides. The blending of the two genres worked for some readers, not for others. For most, just another mystery . . . and the blending is a once-off.